I have to be kept secret. I have to live. I have to dig my way out. I have to hide myself from the present. I can't do anything.

Hi, my name is Fanny Fulbright. My parents are mean, people who lock me up in my room and don't feed me for 3 days. My brothers, Paddy and Shaunie tease me because I'm ugly, they fight me and they are terrible brothers. My only friend is a dog that I hide from my family. His name is Rufus. I feed him morsels of my food. We are both really skinny and dehydrated. We only get 10 millimeters of water each day. My bed is one cloth with one piece of wood for a pillow and half a baby blanket. Rufus's bed, the dirt floor with half a baby blanket. I only write in this diary and plan a way to get out of here. I wish someone would come and help me. I get beaten every day. I've never done ANYTHING bad. Half of my body is covered in bruises. I had to teach myself to write and to read. I'm the oldest, yet I am the only accused one around here. My parents treat my brothers like kings, and me like a punching ball.

I plan to dig a tunnel with my bare hands but then if my family finds me, I will be sentenced to death. I NEED someone to come find me. I cry myself to sleep every night. I live beneath everyone else. NOBODY cares about me. I wish that I was dead most of the time. Can someone, anyone, come help me?

That was just a little introduction kind of thing. Review!